Wednesday, May 17, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Lots are placed in the casting of Cocktail divine
Alas! The foolish trace lot on earth day and night
Some get it by chance but some have to pay fine
I watch with my mystic eye the lots mystic flight
Always fortune favors fools, no of rich no of wise
None knows its secret none knows its laws at all
Fate sitting on the golden bough of Eden cries
Think O Man why on earth your sorrows pall
Do not trace lots in puzzles but trace in Muse
All lots sleeping there in dark and dreary cell
Deep thinking stirs them they all times refuse
Turning the face saying all go into the dark hell

Lots are sealed in the Book of Lots I have seen
Wisdom opens the Book, not struggle and spleen